Darkness fell like a tranquilly soft
illusion, then there was no more light.
My soul grew cold, I was cradled by
fright.
Held hostage by my dark side in a
World that was evil and dim.
Please dear Lord, would you kindly
forgive me? I didn't mean to sin.
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Author:
Michael A. McGuire (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2026 07:18
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Comments2
Beautifully captured a profound plea, contrasting the terrifying weight of human frailty with a desperate, hopeful reach for divine grace.
The sense of a conscience put into images of darkness and God and religion. Well done
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